I fall back against the couch and take another gulp of champagne. I gaze up at him.

“And you’re adorable with this whole romantic champagne setup.”

He peers down at me. “Romantic?”

“Anytime there’s pink champagne involved, it’s romantic.”

“Not sure if I agree with that.”

I roll my eyes. “Do you drink pink champagne with your brother? Or your friends?”

He shakes his head.

“Point proven.” I take a gulp and feel the slightest bit dizzy. I focus back on the TV. “So tell me, Mr. Pink Champagne. Did you prefer Jim’s grand gesture of surprising Pam with a house in the US version? Or did you like Tim’s quiet gesture of gifting Dawn new art supplies during the UK version’s Christmas special with a note encouraging her to pursue her dreams?”

My tipsy and random question doesn’t seem to faze Callum at all, because he replies immediately. “Jim, hands down. I’ve got a soft spot for grand gestures.”

“Really? I would have never guessed.” I hiccup. “I liked Tim’s style better. Sweet and thoughtful but also low-key.” I beam up at him. “Look at us, switching allegiances so quickly. Just a minute ago you were ready to toss me off the couch because I admitted I liked the American version better.”

He runs his hand up my bare leg.

Eyes closed, I let out a satisfied hum. “This was a great idea.”

He peers down at me then glances at my bottle, a smirk on his lips and in his eyes. “You think so? Even when you’re about to lose?”

I shrug and take another gulp. “I still get to fool around with you at the end of this, you sexy, sexy man. I’m the real winner in that sense.”

Just then Lemon jumps on the couch, cuddling between the two of us. He pats her plump pregnant stomach, which triggers an idea.

“Hey, I was thinking. We should work out some sort of custody agreement for Lemon.”

“How so?”

“You took care of all of her medical bills. You should get to keep her part of the time. We could do the week-on, week-off thing. Like divorced parents.”

“Not the most positive spin you could’ve put on it.”

“Screw spin. Are you interested or am I keeping Lemon and her future baby kitties all to myself?”

He kisses my cheek before giving Lemon a head scratch. She nuzzles his knee appreciatively.

“I would love that,” he says.

“Great. I’ll leave her here tonight and get her next week.”

Callum scratches under her chin while peering down at her. “You hear that, Lemon? We’re officially one big happy family.”

I swig more champagne. “One big drunk happy family.” I giggle so hard, I nearly drop my bottle on the floor.